“But you hate him!” I said, referring to my new boyfriend whom she
detested.

Som had come into my life recently, two years after Mynah’s dad died in
a freak accident. He was only 40 then- I was 38.

Mynah shrugged and said, “But he likes me, it appears. That’s why he got
it when I told him you refused to get it for me.”

I was left still wondering at the turn of events as her tantrums on
seeing him were still fresh in my memory.

Two days later, Som came home during the weekend. He too merely shrugged
when I complimented him on winning over Mynah. “Girls like things. You can keep
them happy by indulging in these simple things.”

I really hope it stays that way, I thought, hoping to marry Som soon if
Mynah agreed.

***

A couple of days later, I decided to come early from office as it was a
holiday for Mynah. I was puzzled and more than a bit disturbed to see Som’s
bike parked at our entrance.

How did he know it’s a holiday for her? Even so, what business does he
have here? Surely he wouldn’t know about my plans for early return from office!

Suddenly I decided to have a peekie-lookie into my own house through one
of the less noticeable windows. What I saw made me want to scream aloud. With
great effort, I calmed myself down.

Mynah,wearing a short skirt as usual, was seated on the triple seater
sofa in the hall. Som, the fiend from hell whom I trusted so much was seated
next to her-his hand groping her thighs!

I thanked God that I had come in time to save my little girl.

There was a confused and lost expression on my poor little Mynah’s face.

I took a few seconds to control my ferocious anger, knowing I should
walk in calmly first before confronting him.

After what seemed an eternity, I was sufficiently composed to go and
ring the bell, and spoil his evil fun for ever.

***

When the inevitable confrontation started, Som was initially on the
backfoot, trying to defend the indefensible. When I told him what I saw, he
blanched and then turned aggressive.

The war of words led to his physically attacking me. Pulling my hair, he
started dragging me about, abusing me with vile words. I was trying to free
myself from his clutches when it happened.

There was a sickening, thudding sound and a crash. Som was on the floor
bleeding profusely from the head. He was unconscious.

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